The 23rd of X
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This might be the last time I get to write in this diary.
Lyliana, you are the only family I have left in this world...
Please be alive somewhere...
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(There is something written, but it's all jumbled up and has ceased to be legible.){np}Unknown Date
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Several days must've passed.
I've been on the run for around two days now without food or sleep.
The people who fled to Klaipeda were all caught and killed.
I don't even know how many are still alive and can walk.
Everything is as quiet as the shadows, yet moving at a quick pace. We are all tense from fear of attack.{np}They did not wish for any uproar or disorder.
They are not people.
We must somehow notify Klaipeda.
A last resort would be to abandon everything we can't use and move out.
A torn page from a diary of a resident who used to live in Andale Town. Readable.